It rained today. It didn't dribble, it poured. Not once, but twice. This morning I woke to a strange sound and had to look out the window to see the clothes on the line becoming drenched. I didn't care. It was raining.
We haven't seen rain for about 6 months, this is a momentous day. It rained at 4 a.m. and again at 2 p.m. For the afternoon downpour the boys hightailed it outside, fully dressed, to play soccer, ride their scooters, swing around with their umbrellas and stand under the downspout. They splashed in puddles and were yelled at by the gardener. Rain is precious, but I don't think the Indians revel in it quite like we do.
The drenching was followed by a warm bath and a cup of hot cocoa. A perfect afternoon.